no.25 or 2 good days - 10/7/2003

"That one can rest eyes on the thing one worships is
an assertion of control at worst, or at best the illusion that one can
negotiate over one's fate."

"And you find such notions pathetic, Onrack ?"

"I find most notions pathetic, Trull
Sengar."

An extremely tiring day is slowly winding to an end. Tomorrow will be
much the same as will the rest of the week. Tiredness (is that a word? I'm
feeling too lazy to type that in word) will be my companion for many days to
come. Whoever said God had an easy job should swap seats with me.

The entry of a brother into my world is welcome. I suddenly find myself
having to think and constantly be on the alert for the alternative is to
have my thunder stolen and I cannot have that. I like this. I think it will
work out rather well. It is only a matter of time before the minions accept
him into the fold and I will have strengthened my own power base with him at
my side.

The haircut for one reason or another has not happened. I hope I do not
take up more of your space Dear Diary with my soliloquies on barbers,
haircuts and other related matters. However hope is supposedly a dangerous
thing.

Today, we had this high powered meeting at work. The head of another
company, this bright, aggressive and attractive lady with her minions came
over to our office to discuss matters of work. For all their bluster they
seemed rather nervous. Yes, I understand that God makes most people nervous
but I still can't quite get this. Long before my arrival at the gates of
Godhood, people I met at work wether at my office or in their own office or
even in a nuetral venue seemed nervous. Now these are people who are by and
large more qualified, more knowledgable and generally have achieved far more
than I have. I find this strangely disturbing and perplexing. Offcourse, all
this may only be another chapter in the "'A Megalomaniac looses his
head" saga but still I can't help but ponder on this.

I must go home soon. I will update you later Dear Diary with the
happenings of today. Today may well turn out to be a damp squib and if it
does, damage control and spin doctoring will take up most of my brain.
Fortunately I'm rather good at that.

Its a new day and it brings great promise. My bones feel so weary that
if I closed my eyes I could drift into sleep and probably get up
early tomorrow morning. So far the morning has been good. Bangalore was
never meant to yield a high response and as a testing ground I think
today and tomorrow will be good. Saturday and Sunday will be crunch time and
once we hit the Sardar belt, we will be on a roll.

More later Dear Diary. I am on my way home to catch some much needed
sleep and back in the evening.

Dear Diary, among the waves of melancholy and pessimism something a
little bright. The new project is a success. The enthusiasm and energy of my
team has left me humbled. I am truly among some rather special people.

..and on that note I finish this rather long and jumbled entry. I go
home now to read of Karsa and Trull, about Heboric and Felisin and hope
that Mappo and Icarium will re-surface in the magnificent House Of Chains.



...but not before I leave this little foot note.

or maybe not.